I beg your pardon. When you wander around in shorts and little else, I don't know what you expect.

Besides. As I recall, you touched a bit yourself, once you were eased into it.

[Good grief, but her voice has dipped a little lower. They're not touching, though. Point in fact, Rosalind leans back, one arm bracing on the arm of the couch, her posture open and relaxed.

(Hypothesis: the hallucinations are triggered by a surge of chemicals in the brain; any kind of strong emotion will do. Anger and bitterness had been Ardyn's trigger; lust will be Eggsy's.

After all, what instinct is stronger than reproduction?)]